Sexless in the City

Sometimes reading romance novels doesn’t quite prepare you for a love life...

For this 30-year-old urbanite, love is always a misadventure: The Harvard Lickwit, Hippie the Groper, the 5% Man, and the Ad Weasel. These and many other men wander in and out of her life — but never her bed.

Friday, October 15, 2004

Neighbor-sex update

Don’t these people work?!! For cryin’ out loud! Or should I say, grunting out loud.

Because: yes, folks, at 1:30 p.m. on a Friday afternoon, that’s just what I heard through the thin walls of my building. Either her boyfriend’s here on vacation, or it’s another woman besides The Melodramatic Wailer who gave last night’s early-evening performance. Maybe this one could be called The Grunter Who Believes in God — she certainly thanks Him at the end, anyway. But just once, like celebrities winning a Grammy.

Man, oh man. Who knew moving into this building would result in private performances from the Vagina Monologues?!!